Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Manic: A Memoir
By Terri Cheney
Terri Cheney is an entertainment lawyer.
She's beautiful and successful. She's also got a secret.
She's bipolar and the meds are not working.
This is her spiraling staircase of a story and her experiences with manic depression.
"If I didn't tell anyone that I was going to Santa Fe to kill myself,
I figured that was more information than people needed,
plus it might interfere with my travel plans if anyone found out the truth."
With these, the first lines of the book, I took a seat and strapped myself in on Terri's emotional roller coaster. It was quite a ride. I was bounced to and fro, back and forth from different time periods in her life ( the book is not in chronological order) and at times felt frantic and fractured. Also not everyday do I get served suicide and shock therapy right after breakfast. Furthermore, I refused to flag down the attendant and tell him I wanted off the ride.
Hey! I am no Sissy.
Did I enjoy this book?
How do you answer that?
Yes? I am so glad that you suffered before finding answers.
What I will say is this:
I wrapped myself in her blanket of darkness
and crawled on the floor in search of the light
right along with her.
By Terri Cheney
Terri Cheney is an entertainment lawyer.
She's beautiful and successful. She's also got a secret.
She's bipolar and the meds are not working.
This is her spiraling staircase of a story and her experiences with manic depression.
"If I didn't tell anyone that I was going to Santa Fe to kill myself,
I figured that was more information than people needed,
plus it might interfere with my travel plans if anyone found out the truth."
With these, the first lines of the book, I took a seat and strapped myself in on Terri's emotional roller coaster. It was quite a ride. I was bounced to and fro, back and forth from different time periods in her life ( the book is not in chronological order) and at times felt frantic and fractured. Also not everyday do I get served suicide and shock therapy right after breakfast. Furthermore, I refused to flag down the attendant and tell him I wanted off the ride.
Hey! I am no Sissy.
Did I enjoy this book?
How do you answer that?
Yes? I am so glad that you suffered before finding answers.
What I will say is this:
I wrapped myself in her blanket of darkness
and crawled on the floor in search of the light
right along with her.
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